A/N: This was something I was thinking of, and
wanted to get out. It is based on a true
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…"Riding on a comet's tail
She tumbled into life

She reaches up
For a handful of light
Touches it to earth to warn the night
The voices on the wind
Celestial sound
Whispering heaven's here and now

The moon, the tide
The sea of endless sky
She dances with a universe in play
She lights the dark
She knows she is a spark
Even in this new world she feels safe
In the arms of the Milky Way…"

~Laura Powers

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It was
pretty late. Around 2:30 or so; as a soft, light wind blew
outside. I shivered; feeling a rush whiz
by me through the partially opened window on the far left of the front
room. It was pretty cold outside; but I
wanted some ventilation- as fresh air was always welcomed into a home.

It was
nearing the end of winter- and we were happy.
Soon it would be Spring; and soon- with all the lovely weather that had
been taking place; we'd be able to walk around without jackets. Even at night!

I loved
this season. Spring was perfect. Not too hot, not too cold. And hey, if you got depressed- you could
always take a walk in the park, and smell the freshly awakened, bed of flowers. Many had mentioned that spring signified the 'Season
of Love'. I didn't know what to make of
that.

Love was
something I had never truly thought about.
Something that had never even entered my mind. I had never had anyone in my life; so it was
just an element that I had shoved aside for so many years. I was a wandering ghost, and nothing more.

Love did
not matter to me.

That is,
until now.

But, I'll
get back to that one later. First, I
should tell you who I am. To many, I am
only energy. I am a link to keeping a
great fortress living; and to provide a protective shelter for all that wish to
rest up a little. Those that wish to
escape the outside world could come in to my work, so to speak- and hang out
for as long as they wished.

In a way
I was a Hostess; but in actuality- I was an Actress. Actually, this entire fortress is made up of
actors and actresses alike. We work for
one reason: To keep said barricade working
properly. Without us, it would just
wither away, and eventually shut down. Forever.

You see,
we were not always apart of this job.
This was once inhabited by a long-dark spirit; she eventually leaving
her home, and returning to the man that she had fallen in love with so long
ago.

We were
glad to see her be with the one she had wanted since day one; but this left us
with what was left- her shell. Her home. A living body that once harbored her very essence, and soul. Our purpose? Simple. To put our acting skills to the test, so
those that knew and loved her would not be saddened about her leaving.

In fact,
most did not even know. That is how well we did our job. And for all that we put into it; and all we
had to go through- I'd say that we were holding up rather well. Or so, I always thought. I didn't know anyone else's feelings- but I
was confident that we'd fulfill our duties with success.

But,
throughout this job- came so much more.
Many had fallen in love with others that are like them; and taken off to
start their own eternities. Myself? I had decided to stick around. I had made a promise; and I intended to keep
it.

Especially
to her.

That's
right; I do not work alone. There is
another. A great friend of mine. One of my greatest.

You see,
I had once been apart of the living myself:
Known in every realm, as a Celestial Queen. Queen Valentina. That was all I ever wanted. I didn't wish to be called 'your highness;'
or anything fancy like that. I didn't think
of myself as anything special. In my eyes, we were all equal. I was one of the 'common' people.

My
kingdom resided in the Heaven's; set right by a sparkling, cobalt blue ocean. I lovingly named it Avalon- after the
legendary paradise that was said to be held back in the days of King Arthur's
Court.

It was
gorgeous. During the day, rays of gold
shined down; giving off a pleasant sparkle to the waters; and a rainbow aura of
colors onto the land. And at night;
silver accents from the moon lulled my people to sleep; the healing winds of
the sea gracing their dreams with splendor, and beauty. Everything was perfect.

And every
night, I would throw dances, and parties- inviting everyone I knew and loved;
and even some that did not grow fond of me to the banquets; opening up my
crystal palace to everyone that needed a shelter to rest in.

To this
day, I realize that inviting those that hated me- was a mistake.

During
one of my end of summer parties; I was mortally wounded. Stabbed ten times in the chest with a white
gold sword. I guess one of my so-called 'friends'
had wanted to end my time as Queen; and wanted to take my beloved kingdom for themselves. That night, they had gotten what they wanted.

My mortal
life had came to a close that night; but my eternal
life had just begun. For so long, I was
placed in a deep slumber- never to be awakened again. The higher powers, I guess, did not want me
to wake up, to realize what had gone on.
What had been the ending result of that final night's mutiny.

But, somehow,
I was awakened. By
her. The same
girl that I had grown to be friends with; and the same girl that had suddenly sparked
my interest. Had I fallen in
love? I wasn't sure. But, I knew this- I liked her. I liked her a lot. To a point where I couldn't smile, and truly
mean it- until she was in the room with me.

She had
thought that she had 'created' me as an energy from the shell that we now lived
in; but in fact, she had somehow tapped into the Fate's powers; and released me
from my eternal sleep; sending me spiraling back into the world in which I had
been absent from for over three-hundred years.

To this
day, I took it as a sign.

I made
sure everything was locked up, before heading up the stairs. Ugh. I
was exhausted. We had worked a long day
today; and I was on the verge of passing out.
Literally. But first, I longed to
see her. Just to make sure she was doing
ok.

My friend
had been having a rough night; being told some rather dark things by a fellow
spirit in which she had just met.
Perhaps he was only joking; and doing said things in playfulness; but it
still bugged me.

I mean,
she had for so long been my light; even though most had always considered her
to be dark; and she was my first friend in so long. She helped me to adjust; and I in return
swore to keep her safe. And I intended
to keep that promise.

I made my
way up to the bedroom door.

Sigh.

I hope
she's feeling better. And I hope she
hadn't gotten into the knives again. She
was known for inflicting her pain onto herself- which I hated with a
passion. She knew I didn't approve of
cutting; and she was always sure to avoid the topic with me.

Ok, so no
signs of movement. That means she must
be asleep. Good. Now to see the mess she made from all of
this.

I lightly
opened the dark, wooden door- a slight creak being heard, as it was slowly placed
to my right- myself entering, and lightly rubbing my
hands along my bare arms. Damn, it's
cold. Ok, fan, off you go.

I hit the
little 'off' button to the tiny, brown fan on the burrow to the right; feeling
the chilling air cease; and making my way over towards her. I felt my face fault. Beer bottles. Ok, so she had gotten into the alcohol again.

That was
her solution to getting her spirit hurt:
drinking beer.

It's not
that she was addicted; but she just liked to drink away her sorrows in a six
pack; eventually passing out, and sleeping off the day with a hangover. Another thing I did not like seeing her
do. Why?
Because I was so scarred that she would try and do something to herself
while she was drunk; as in that state- you cannot control your actions. The liquor itself controls you.

I tossed
the bottles aside; hearing a light sigh from the waterbed against the wall-
slight movement being sensed; as a trace of crimson could be seen on the
pillow. Blood. I knew she had hid a blade from me. I knew
it.

I let out
a sigh- taking her slashed right wrist into my hands.

'Why do
you do this, Monica?'

I closed
my eyes, lightly caressing the deep gash- ceasing the blood that was gushing
through her nightgown; letting a soft, blue aura find her- healing the
inflicted wound; and sending her into an even deeper sleep. I found myself doing this a lot.

Granted,
she was a spirit; and already dead- I didn't want my friend in pain like
that. I was like that with all of my
friends. But,
especially to her. She was so
beautiful. Anyone would kill to have
her.

Yes,
folks; even me. I admit it. I do have a bit of a thing for her. Though, I'm terribly shy. I had never had anyone, remember; and I didn't
know how she felt about me in return.

Monica
had always told me I was her light; that I was the only one that understood
her; and yet, she did not know my real name.
She simply referred to me as 'Sweetie' or 'Dear.' I did not choose to say who I was to her yet;
as because I didn't want to scare her away.

Not so
much that I'm a bad spirit; but because she had probably never met a Queen
before.

Of
course, I was nothing now. A deceased
Celestial Queen; in which had probably been long-forgotten by my kingdom
now. Or so, what was left of my kingdom.

When the
mutiny had been started; my followers were all killed- hung, burned, and
tortured in many, sick and cruel ways, that not even the blackest of hearts
could imagine.

So, even
if my kingdom was still standing, (though I had had my doubts,) I was still
wary about telling her. I will someday;
when I'm ready; and when the time is right.
Right now, I need to comfort her.

God, she
was gorgeous. Most would find her as
being evil; for her black hair, and black onyx eyes fooled anyone who took a
first glance at her; but alas, to me- she was an angel. My own angel. My angel in the night.

Locks of
black fell upon the pillow, as I stole a stroke through the silken strands-
Monica sighing lightly, as I did this.

Her hair
wasn't as long as my own; almost reaching her neck; as it was cut in a fluffy;
though tomboyish fashion. Most girls
would find it butch; but I found it cute.
Adorable, really.

Her
complexion threw everybody off. To where
I was tanned; Monica held an icy shade of blue to her skin- a light tint of
lavender being seen within it. Some
wondered if they were to touch her- that they would end up freezing on the
spot.

To them,
I simply called them idiots. I had held
her many times; and not once had I shivered.
In fact, I had done just the opposite- felt a warmth, and light inside
my soul that I had not since my days of being alive, and mortal.

Ok, so I'd
better get to bed. Monica won't care if
I borrow her brush. I had done it so
many times before.

I took
the green hairbrush into my hands; running it down my locks of crimson
red. Many had loved my hair; as it
flowed down to almost my mid-back; and had held a slight highlight of ice blue-
almost matching my powder blue eyes.

Myself? I
thought nothing of it.

Hmm. I think I'll stay here tonight. I know she's pretty upset; and she'll
probably need some support when she wakes up tomorrow. I'll do that.
I mean, this isn't the first time I've snuggled with her- so why
not? I love being a good friend to those
I loved.

I paled.

Did I say
that out loud?

Turning
down the blankets; I adjusted the heat to the bed- turning it to about 65 or
so- spinning the little white dial; and kicking off my white heels. I'd get them later. I stepped inside- feeling the silken material
of my black gown brush up against the silken sheets- pulling the blankets back
over my form; and turning towards my friend.

My beautiful friend.

I sighed.

'Monica,'
I thought, lightly stroking her hair, 'If only I could tell you'

Maybe
someday I'll let everything out. I mean,
I wouldn't mind someday being with her.
She was so nice. So many had hurt her- especially this one guy. But I swore I'd never do that. I'd never bring pain to the one that had
saved my soul; and brought me back to awakening.

My arms
tightened around her; bringing her closer, as she seemed to almost smile in the
moonlight- soft, soothing music serenading us from the stereo to my left. I knew I had done a good thing tonight;
though, I would be talking to her about the cutting tomorrow. As I always did when she
resorted to said things.

I felt my
eyes start to droop; as I as well let a smile come to me.

So much
had happened in so many years; but through the hard times; something- a sign
from above maybe- had brought us to meeting one another; and our job keeping us
together.

She was
my best friend; and I in return was her protector. Her light, as she had always called me. But what she did not know is- she was that of
my own, and so much more.

I
secretly was glad I had been killed- though, losing my kingdom was
heartbreaking. But throughout all of
that, I had grown to meet her. The one
that had given me a second chance; and the one that had saved me from myself.

My angel
in the night.

I admit
it, finally.

I was in love;
and I always; always will be.

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